I'm really good at this.

"Cancer?! What cancer? I don't know anything about it!"

Liang Luo slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"This is also the news we just received." The secretary shuddered and quickly explained, "After the school teachers contacted us, we immediately sent people to look for him. Then we found the chief engineer, but he wouldn't let us take the young master away, saying that he didn't have much time left and wanted to spend more time with his grandson."

The secretary was almost in tears: "Then I came to report to you right away."

She had been with the president for almost ten years and had never seen the refined and easy-going president lose his temper.

Liang Luo took a deep breath, waved his hand, and softened his tone: "Okay, you can go out now."

The secretary bowed and hurriedly tried to leave.

"Wait, there's one more thing," Liang Luo instructed. "Get the car ready for me; we'll be going to my father's place in a bit."

"Yes, sir!"

After the secretary closed the office door and left, Liang Luo slumped into the boss's chair.

He covered his face with both hands and sat quietly.

A few seconds later, he patted his face to calm himself down and then immediately dialed his father's number.

The call was connected very quickly.

"What, no meeting today? You finally have time to call me?" The robust voice of Grandpa Liang Tian came through the receiver.

Liang Luo quickly asked, "Dad! I heard you...aren't you feeling well?"

"It's nothing serious, just a common cancer," Grandpa Liang said nonchalantly. "You go about your business, I've lived long enough anyway."

"Dad! What kind of time is this to be saying such hurtful things!" Liang Luo couldn't help but raise her voice. "You should rest first! I'll take you to Beijing right now to see a specialist!"

"I'm not going."

"dad!"

"You're the big boss, you need to develop the group, there's no need for you to worry about an old man like me." Liang Tian said indifferently, "Anyway, I'm old and can't even walk, I have to sit in a wheelchair every day, I might as well go and keep your mother company sooner."

Liang Luo's meticulously styled hair was now disheveled, his equally neat tie was undone and tossed aside, and the top two buttons of his shirt were casually undone. "Dad! Mom has been gone for over ten years! What kind of time is this? Please stop being so irritable!"

"I didn't throw a tantrum."

After saying this, Liang Tian fell silent.

Liang Luo slumped into the boss's chair, covering her face with one hand and remaining silent.

Only the breathing of the father and son could be heard on either side of the phone.

After a long silence, Liang Luo broke the silence with a choked voice: "Dad... Mom has been gone for over ten years, and you're all I have left..."

There was still no response from the other end, but the sound of sniffling could be faintly heard.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Liang Luo finally spoke her mind, words she had kept bottled up for years: "Dad, what have I done to displease you? Please tell me! For so many years, I've only slept four hours a day, never daring to relax for a moment. I've worked so hard to develop the group, just to earn your approval, but why... what have I done to displease you? Please tell me!"

Grandpa Liang Tian said slowly, "I want to build robots."

As if grasping at a straw, Liang Luo hurriedly said, "Go! Go! You come to the hospital with me first! Once you're better, you can do whatever you want!"

Old Master Liang fell silent again.

After a long pause, he sighed softly, "You still don't understand anything."

He hung up the phone.

"dad!"

Liang Luo stood up angrily and raised her phone as if to smash it.

But after hesitating for a moment, he put his phone back in his pocket, then took the Richard Miller watch off his wrist and smashed it hard on the ground.

He stomped his feet twice in anger.

Ignoring the million-dollar watch and without even putting on a suit jacket, Liang Luo rushed out of the office: "Is the car ready?"

The secretary quickly got up and followed him toward the elevator.

As she walked, she reported, "Everything is ready."

"Where is Chief Engineer Liang?"

"The chief designer is located on a newly developed wasteland on the outskirts of Shenzhen. A filming base has been built there, and Chief Designer Liang is on site."

"Okay, let's go."

Ten minutes later, Liang Luo, sitting in the back seat of the bulletproof Hongqi, frowned and said, "Drive forward. I need to get to the set within twenty minutes."

The driver looked up at the red light in the distance and the long line of cars ahead, and hesitated, "But... there's a traffic jam now."

"Isn't the middle of the road wide enough? Move it, or you're fired." After saying that, Liang Luo instructed the secretary in the passenger seat, "Write down the license plate numbers and models of these cars, and send someone to buy identical cars and deliver them to their homes."

Also, remember to pay the fine at the traffic police station later.

The secretary swallowed hard. "I understand."

The driver gritted his teeth, turned the steering wheel sharply, and slammed on the gas.

This black bulletproof Hongqi car drove right over the solid line and squeezed through the middle of the line of cars, deforming the doors of dozens of cars in two rows (good kids should never do this, they should always obey the law).

The journey was smooth and unobstructed.

Eighteen minutes later, the Hongqi, its paintwork covered in scratches, pulled up at the entrance of the newly built filming base.

Leaving his secretary to negotiate with the traffic police officers who were chasing after them, Liang Luo strode towards the photography base.

The security guard at the base gate was a retired employee of the group who had been rehired. Seeing the president barging in, he forced himself to walk over and asked, "President, are you here to see the chief engineer?"

Liang Luo said calmly, "Yes, where is my dad?"

"The chief engineer is in shed number one, the tallest and biggest one," the security guard pointed inside. "Just follow the path and you'll see him."

"Okay, thank you." Nodding, Liang Luo walked towards tent number one.

When he arrived at the door, he saw his father and son surrounded by a group of people, sitting in a cockpit-like seat fiddling with various buttons and levers.

Just as he was about to walk over, he was stopped by a young man.

"Mr. Liang, you shouldn't go in now."

Liang Luo stopped and squinted at the excessively handsome young man in front of her.

He had seen the photo of this person before; it was Zhang Hong, the director who was promoting the TV series and who was currently very popular online.

"Give me a reason." Liang Luo's voice was devoid of any emotion as she walked straight in without looking to the side.

Zhang Hongchao gestured with his chin: "President Liang, when was the last time you saw Old Master Liang and Liang Ya laughing so happily?"

Liang Luo frowned.

He thought about it carefully.

Then... he stopped in his tracks.

The last time my son laughed so happily... was it three years ago, no, five years ago? Or seven years ago?

And the last time my father was this happy... I can't even remember.

Maybe in twenty years?

Yes, twenty years.

My father hasn't smiled at me in twenty years.

It seems to have been after he took over Huaxia Heavy Industry?

For the past twenty years, I have always believed that my father was dissatisfied with me, so I worked hard to develop the group, afraid of disappointing him.

He wanted to see his father's pleased smile.

However, more than 20 years have passed, and I have never seen it again.

He clenched his fists, but remained outwardly calm: "What do you want to say?"

"Actually, you've never really understood them, have you?" Zhang Hong sighed, his eyes reddening as he said, "Grandpa Liang has been diagnosed with late-stage cancer. The doctor said that if he receives full treatment, he has six months to live, but if left untreated, he only has three months left."

The old man gave up treatment, saying he had a dream he wanted to fulfill within the next three months.

Damn it, did I use too many eye drops? My eyes hurt so much...

For the sake of harmony between the old man and the little brat's family, I, Zhang, am going to great lengths!

It's definitely not for the money!

Liang Luo frowned, puzzled, and asked, "My dad's dream is to build this kind of giant toy?"

He pointed to the two robots, each over twenty meters tall, placed behind the cockpit in Hall 1.

One of them was dark green, with a semi-circular head, like an upside-down bowl, and a round camera with a red glow in the center of its face.

The other aircraft is white with a blue and yellow body, and has ventilation vents. It has a V-shaped yellow antenna on its head and two green diamond-shaped cameras on its face.

"Those aren't toys, those are Gundam and Zaku." Zhang Hong suddenly became serious, staring at the two mobile suits as well, and said solemnly, "That's also a man's dream."

Watching the old man surrounded by a group of people fiddling with various buttons on the cockpit, his happy smile and Liang Yana's feigned disgust yet cheerful gaze, the president of one of the world's top three heavy machinery groups fell silent.

"What can I do?"

P.S.: Daily request for votes 1/2!

This chapter and the next chapter were both written overnight and then scheduled.

Two of my buddies are getting married, one on the 15th and the other on the 18th. I have to help blow up balloons and put up the "double happiness" characters the night before, and I also have to help out with various things the next day, so this is the only option. I'll probably have to stay up all night again on the 16th.

The next chapter will also be scheduled, in about two or three minutes.

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